I saw Pearl sleeping in front of a shelter in St. Paul, Minnesota.
She lives in fear of those she lives among. She laments those among the homeless that are strange, scary, and cold-hearted. It’s not all of them, and she knows some are “really kind.”
She spends her days on the lawn in front of the shelter, as she’s not prone to wandering the streets. With pain and trouble, she calls the shelter in St. Paul her home—unable to meet the income requirement for a case manager.
A truly warm and kind heart, Pearl isn’t what many of us expect when we try to put a face to homelessness.